34. Marked #2
“Don’t want you to stop,” I said in a moan, shivering.
He ran his lips along my ear. “I don’t intend to stop, and I want you to touch me. It’s alright. You can take your hands off the bed.”
Oh. That was good. I liked touching Alluin. With a sigh of pleasure, I put my hands on his thighs, stroking up over his muscled haunches to his back. He was so strong. So gorgeous. It felt unreal that I got to touch him.
A sudden surge of possessive desire made me tighten my hands against him.
I didn’t want anyone else to touch Alluin.
I wanted him to be mine. Wanted him in every way possible, his mark on me and mine on him.
I wanted him in me. I needed him in me, a hollowed-out ache settling deep inside of me, a craving that left me panting for him.
“Fuck me?” I asked, looking pleadingly up at him. “Please?”
Alluin’s warm laugh rumbled through the room.
“If you want me to fuck you, I’m pleased to fuck you.
You needn’t beg for it.” Alluin ran his lips back along my sensitive ear.
“However, I have my doubts that Leah keeps oil in her bedside table, and I’m entirely unwilling to leave you here to try to find some. ”
“It takes a lot of spit,” I said, wincing at the concept. I would do it, but my ass wasn’t going to thank me for it.
“I’m not intending to fuck you with only spit for lube,” Alluin said, like I was being ridiculous. He sat up, straddling my hips. “I can use glamor, but I, ah…”
“Really?” I said, that startling piece of information enough to snap me out of being a whiny horny bottom.
My mouth tilted up into a surprised smile.
“I didn’t realize you could do novel contours, let alone something like oil.
I thought it was just color fill and throwing your voice.
Doesn’t that make you basically a mage-quality caster? ”
Alluin made a face, looking uncomfortable.
“It’s not contours. It’s a trick another glamor-user taught me, spreading out the way liquid glides across itself the same way I can do with color fill.
But it’s a bit tricky, and I… Well, I’m not talented enough to do any other glamor while I do it,” he finished, sounding nervous.
“So I get to see your scars again?” I asked, my smile broadening.
He swallowed. “I, ah. Have…more.”
“Well, alright.” I pushed myself up onto one elbow to see him better and reached down to give my cock a stroke, reminding it that a little bit of mage talk didn’t mean we were done with the fucking. “Show me.”
“I know it’s ugly,” Alluin said, not meeting my eyes as he set his hand on his shoulder. “If it’s too awful, just… You could close your eyes, or I could take you from behind, you don’t have to look at me—”
“Alluin,” I said to cut him off, bright affection warming my soul. “Just show me.”
Alluin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and passed his hand over his arm.
A long scar appeared in his wake, a purplish curved slash that had never quite healed right.
It looked like a burn, almost, haloed with arcing patterns that reminded me of frost. His talisman spell looked like a tattoo in comparison, the clean lines of it merely darkly-pigmented marks in his skin with the satin sheen that told me they were ancient scars.
He didn’t look at me as he passed his hands over his other arm, his chest, his legs, his sides.
Everywhere Alluin touched revealed more of those purpled scars: a pair bisecting him from right shoulder to left hip, whip-like weals wrapped around his right arm and curved across the outside of his right thigh, a series of claw-like slashes on his left leg.
The matching talisman spell on his right arm had been cut over the discolored marks, as cleanly healed as on the left, so the ragged scars were older than even the talisman spells.
Alluin let out a shuddering exhale and met my eyes with pleading, then covered his face with one hand.
When he took his hand away, another jagged, purplish scar cut across his face, passing from his jaw just to the outside of his left eye.
The strange haloing marks had affected his iris, turning a chip such a vivid purple that it approached fuchsia.
“Wow,” I breathed, stunned.
His ears dropped and shoulders hunched. “I know it’s ugly,” he started again.
I pushed myself into a sitting position with only a slight wobble, swinging my legs under me and running my hands up Alluin’s thighs.
“What you know is that you’ve been told it’s ugly,” I said in my best sexy croon.
“By someone eminently hateable, if I was going to take a guess, who very much deserved to be thrown out a window and into a river.” With a hum of pleasure, I ran my lips along one of the broad slashes on his chest, relaxing my hold on my allure to take Lu’s mind off his self-consciousness as I rose to my knees.
“Zhiolas,” Alluin said in a moan of protest.
“They’re chaos burns, aren’t they? You met a chimera and lived to tell the tale.” I licked his dark nipple, tension tightening my groin.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hand went to my head, fingers tangling with my loose waves. “Don’t sell me short, Zhi. I killed a chimera.”
“Gods-damn,” I said, my awe showing in my voice.
Chimerae were horrific monsters, trapped between Faery and Chaos, ceaselessly shifting and warping.
Oftentimes, the best that could be hoped for was to escape with your life and to wait for them to burn themselves out.
To kill one was the sort of feat people wrote songs about. “That is incredibly hot.”
Alluin made another low sound of pleasure. “You truly don’t mind it?” he asked with an eager sort of hopefulness.
“I fucking love your scars, Lu. Nyland was an idiot to put his marriage-marks on your inner thighs. Who would ever even see them?” I walked my mouth up to his throat.
My hands slid up onto his sides, fingertips tracing the curve of his back.
“I’d put them here,” I said, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, in the space between his scars.
“All twined with the scars you already wear. A dove roosting in your branches.”
He let out a shuddering breath. His hands found my sides and tugged me closer until my hips were seated against his, the hot length of his erection a heavy promise.
“Don’t make promises you’re not prepared to keep,” Alluin rasped into my ear.
He angled his pelvis, sliding his cock against mine. “I might take you up on them.”
I laughed, a throaty sound, and nipped him on the ear. His cock bucked, my sensitive Lu responding so well to my touch. “You better,” I purred.